Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.

He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would be toast. And not the kind that is fresh from the toaster, dripping with butter, and soothing to the palate. Rather, they would be the hard, cold, crumbly kind inexplicably popular with residents of the distant British Isles.

Undaunted by the uselessness of their bounty, these knights sang a merry tune and marched along lightly, until Sir Methuselah the Tipsy stumbled onto the road ahead. On his back, Sir Methuselah the Tipsy carried a backpack full of gems he stole from the Forestmen,but then suddenly the KKII knights noticed Sir Anthony and Sir Methuselah staring at them. So they fled with terror. If one thing was evident from their juniourised armour it was that these guys weren't fully equipped for battle. Stuck between Anthony and Methuselah, they jumped off the road and into the depths of the marsh nearby. Sir Anthony engaged in a bawdy song about female troll shamans.

Sirs Anthony and Methuselah were very happy seeing their friend Sir Doesn'tlikemegablocksalot walking toward them carrying a dreary suit of grey armour, that scared the rainbow knights away, and a dreary brown bow, which scared the birds away.

Then something moved in the undergrowth. It was a big pink cat with a sword on it's back. It's tail, however, was cyan. The sword was

secured with a leather halter, and the cat wore jewelled boots on it's hind legs.

"Good ev'ning, fine gentlemen," purred the feline swordmaster. "My name is Inigo Montoya de la Puss'n Boots." With a gentle caress of his whiskers, he continued, "May I be so bold as to ask: how many fingers do you have on your right hand?"

The three knightly friends...

I'm a human BEING, not a human doing!The two most important days of your life are the day you are born
and the day you discover why. (Donald Sensing)
One plus one equals three... for large values of one. (Bruce Fournier)